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Where is death, that harbors most of night?
Riding the crest of a sailor's terror?
On wings of waves, the drone of plight,
Eddies of doom, where is the bearer?

"Hard aft!", the scream, the booming charge,
Mindless mania coupled with frantic demise,
A coup of crew, glimpsed the 'bergs ill barge,
A titanic death, the role reprised.

In pairs and mass they held their swell,
Endless pleading to forces unseen.
The raging arms of the sea shall tell,
Whether they drink in Fiddler's Green...
 


Mabel Magill